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No Pads No Helmets... Just A Bunch Of Dicks Lyrics

Album Name : The Art of Arrogance
Release Date : 2007-04-03
Song Duration : 3:23

Sainte Catherines No Pads No Helmets... Just A Bunch Of Dicks


A time bomb imploding,
to this day we’re still friends. (we're still friends!)
A dark sky, we still learn something:
back to zero…again. (zero again!)

Ghosts from the past, they’re still haunting,
they’re invisible, I can’t kill them.
Inside jokes that we still care about.
Inspiration, motivation.

Ghosts from the past, they’re still haunting,
they’re invisible, I can’t kill them.
Inside jokes that we still care about.
Inspiration, where's the pay-back?

Pointing out shit that we see everyday,
but when's the time to be happy? (to be happy!)
Tell them to quit their jobs.
There's no fun in working for someone (working for
someone!)

Talk to me again about old friends.
Was it fun today? Was it fun today? Facing a locked
door.
I lost the key a long, long time ago.

Talk to me again about old friends.
Was it fun today? Was it fun today? Facing a locked
door.
I lost the key a long, long time ago.

Driving northeast for forced ideas.
Clapping hands for empty stomachs.

F..ck off! Can you tell me who really cares?
A simple plan is still a shitty plan.

F..ck off. [x2]

Ghosts from the past, they’re still haunting,
they’re invisible, I can’t kill them.
Inside jokes that we still care about.
Inspiration, where's the pay-back?

Talk to me again about old friends.
Was it fun today? Was it fun today? Facing a locked
door.
I lost the key a long, long time ago.

Driving northeast for forced ideas.
Clapping hands for empty stomachs.

F..ck off! Can you tell me who really cares?
A simple plan is still a shitty band.



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